I wonder if all moms find their children’s birthdays as bittersweet as I do? Don’t get me wrong–nothing makes me happier than celebrating a birthday (your own personal holiday, I say!) and I love seeing the joy and excitement that my kids go through at the prospect of growing another year older, but each year, I want them to just *stay.* (Going backwards may even be nice. :)
Today is particularly bittersweet. A few weeks ago, my husband and I were discussing Ryan’s birthday, and as we often do, we just exclaim the number in disbelief. “Nine!” he said. We shook our heads together, amazed at the number of years that are stacking on top of one another.
A moment went by, and I grabbed his arm and said, “Halfway.”
“Huh?” he said.
“We’re halfway there with her. In another nine years, she’ll be 18.”
What a short time we get to have our kids….
Happy halfway birthday to my amazing, beautiful nine year old, who, no matter where she goes or who she marries or what age she is, will always be mine.
by Jen
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